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When Sam woke, it was in a bed that wasn't his own and without his dad or brother in sight... needless to say, there was a lot of freaking out. He fumbled out of bed and went looking through the apartment he was in... only to find a dog and not much else. Nothing that would tell him where he was anyway or where Dad or Dean was, when they'd be back.

He even got desperate enough to grab the phone and try their numbers... only to find them no longer in use which was just... even weirder. Now he was even more worried.

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Dean wrapped his arms around his kid brother and hugged him back much more easily than he would have at the age this Sam knew him. That was kind of a pity, too. Having had a steady stream of affection for over a year now, Dean could see how not having it growing up made things so much colder and more isolated for them both. Sometimes, he looked back on it and wished he had a little more of his mom in him.

"I'm glad you're here, too, Sammy." He squeezed him and patted his back softly. "Remember, when you get back, that Dad's the one missing out. He might not tell you he's proud of you for your school grades or come to the sports games or plays or whatever else you decide to do, but I'm always proud of you."

Sam hadn't expected the hug to be returned that easily, but when it was, he ducked his head against Dean's shoulder, lingering there against him. Dean was so much bigger than him, grown up. Felt so weird.

His arms tightened a little more at those words. He didn't hear them from Dad unless it was hunting related, so hearing them from someone who was close to him? Yeah, it was great. "You mean it, Dean?"

"I mean it. I make cracks about you being a dork and all, but honestly? You're pretty cool, dude." He tipped his head against Sam's for a minute, then gently released him. Another time, he might have held on longer, but he didn't want to weird the kid out. Sam at this age probably wouldn't believe Dean had developed a fondness for cuddling, anyway.

"The Dean you know is still a dumb kid, so try to remember than when I disappoint you, okay? It's never intentional."

He drew away slowly when Dean's arms loosened around him and smiled a little wider. "You're not always so bad, you know. I mean, you can be a pretty huge jerk sometimes, but..."

Well, Dean was the one who stayed with him all the time. It'd suck even more if he didn't have Dean. "I like hanging out with you."

And he could totally admit that to this Dean since his wasn't here and wouldn't hear it.

"Yeah, well, I like hanging out with you, too." He grinned and squeezed Sam's shoulder before he let go entirely. Hopefully, Sam would remember this when he changed back. Either way, he felt a little better for having said it. "Speaking of which... anything else you wanna do tonight, or are you ready to pack it in?"

"Getting kinda tired, Dean." He took a step back, looking around the tiny apartment and frowned thoughtfully.

"Where do I sleep?"

"You and Ozzy can have the bed. I'll crash on the couch. C'mon." He stood to head into the bedroom and grab a pillow and blanket for himself. Didn't really want to lie to Sam, but he would in this case if he had to. Maybe he could claim they switched off on the couch until they got a bigger place? He had mentioned needing more space...

"Why isn't there another bed?" Dean should have known Sam could overlook a lot, but... that was just weird. They'd had to share sometimes, maybe, when their motel rooms were too tiny and Dad was around... that didn't make sense if this was their own place though.

"You sure that's okay? Sleeping on the couch, I mean." Felt kind of weird about kicking Dean out of his room or whatever.

"No room for another bed and I don't do bunk beds, dude." Dean answered casually. They'd shared before, so it wasn't the weirdest thing ever. It wasn't exactly normal, either. "Told you we needed more space. Besides, furniture's expensive."

He grabbed his pillow and another blanket from the closet. "I'll be alright. The couch isn't so bad. You'll be Ozzy's hero. He doesn't usually get to sleep on the bed."

"Huh..." Sam didn't really sound convinced. It wasn't normal at all, not with how old they both were especially.

He moved to kick off his shoes and crawl up on the bed, settling in on his side as he looked around, curious. Just taking it all in. Their place... still was trying to wrap his head around it.

"Yell if you need anything." Dean told him after he called Ozzy in and nudged him up onto the bed with Sam. He could tell the kid wasn't totally convinced, but there wasn't much he could do about that right now. Sam was always too smart for his own good.

He headed into the living room to drop his things on the couch, then went into the kitchen to clean up.

"Okay..." He settled on the too-big bed, smiling when Ozzy came up and flopped over beside him for more scratching. He listened to Dean work in the kitchen - sounded like he was cleaning up or something. He shifted, trying to get comfortable.

Hard to fall asleep when your mind was too busy racing, but he was trying, getting comfortable with the covers tugged up around him and Ozzy squirming in closer.

After the kitchen was clean and everything put away, Dean padded softly back to the bedroom door to peer in at Sam. He had to grin a little at the puppy taking up so much space on the bed. Ozzy didn't get to do that often, so he was luxuriating in it.

Sam was still awake, though. Looked restless. "You okay? Dog bothering you? You can tell him to go to his own bed."

"Nah, he's fine." Sam peeked up at Dean and gave a tiny smile. "Just thinking. You heading to bed yet?"

"Tell that big brain of yours to take the night off." He smiled and shook his head. "I'm heading to bed now. Sleep well, Sammy."

"Yeah, I'll get right on that." He rolled his eyes and shifted a little under the covers. "Good night, Dean... you too."

"Night." Dean went into the living room and stretched out on the couch. It felt weird, not having Sam beside him. It was going to be hard to sleep tonight.

Sam didn't have much luck falling asleep either, but eventually, he did manage to slip off to sleep.

Eventually, Dean followed. He slept fairly well, all things considered, but he still woke up disoriented without Sam there. It took him a few minutes to remember the day before and he rolled to his feet to peek into the bedroom to see if he would find his Sam or the mini one.

The curse or whatever hadn't worn off yet. Sam was still buried in the big bed, head poking out from under the covers and still sleeping away. It had been so hard to go to sleep and it had taken so long, Sam just wasn't in any hurry to get up yet.

He shifted a little in his sleep though, curling up a little more.

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